T.T.U Lyrics

Reckless-mind state man let's go.
... T.T.U *Woah* Ya'll see the movement *Roscoe Dash*
Well alright *yeah x7*
{Actions speak louder then words Fuck Niggers what ya'll doing} Leegooo

{x2}Married to the money man this bitch look like a
play mate, after every show it's like a episode of
Ray-jay money, pussy, music,
stupid that's just what I do flexing flexing flexing
oh my God I'm T.T.U twenty-fifty-hundred,
twenty-fifty-hundred pocket's full of dead people that's
just how I do twenty-fifty hundred,
twenty-fifty hundred Im flexed up get your check up Oh my God I'm T.T.U.
Cut throat { oh and for ya'll that don't know what
T.T.U mean yeah that's To turnt up,
so go on and add that to ya lingo right about now demolition
20/20} Married to the money man this bitch look like
a play mate, after every show it's like a episode of
Ray-jay money, pussy, music,
stupid that's just what I do flexing flexing flexing
oh my God I'm T.T.U twenty-fifty-hundred,
twenty-fifty-hundred pocket's full of dead people that's
just how I do twenty-fifty hundred,
twenty-fifty hundred Im flexed up get your check up Oh my God I'm T.T.U.
R.O.S.C.O.E pockets fat like pregnant tummy sprainedroscoe dash - T.T.U - http://motolyrics.com/roscoe-dash/ttu-lyrics.html
my wrist the otha day I wraped it like a mummy I'm
checked up, flexed up bit your neck up all these
chickens love me *They do* they Vacuum,
Vacuum blow my speakers volume on one-hundred *woah*
I'm T.T.U my reapers blue I looked down at the sky
*I do* No parachute, No rebel if I fall then I'll die
*woah* That's why yo nigga go hard every day that I'm
alive *stupid* twenty-twenty everything my sopher doesn't
dry flexing flexing hit the mall with white folks in
my pocket hour thirty minutes later leave with more
shit then they brought in ball'n ball'n ball'n you
can call it what you call it this shit just like a
poker game and bitch I'm going all out *Leegooo* Married
to the money man this bitch look like a play mate,
after every show it's like a episode of Ray-jay money,
pussy, music, stupid that's just what I do flexing
flexing flexing oh my God I'm T.
T.U twenty-fifty-hundred, twenty-fifty-hundred pocket's
full of dead people that's just how I do twenty-fifty
hundred, twenty-fifty hundred Im flexed up get your
check up Oh my God I'm T.T.
U. Bank account *overload* *woah* if money was a drug
then I overdose boss shit stupid cash every time I
hit the bank is wit a trash bag *Money* roscoe pockets
much macho ambre I'm the V.I.P flexed up with dimes louda then ros